She is a sigh of relief,

her unrestrained laughter reminds me of a child’s innocence;

free and pleased with the world that surrounds her,

I was released from sorrow’s bondage when she came into my life.

Like a ripe honey dew melon,

her lips are soft and almost melt in my mouth,

when I kiss her.

She smells like home to me.

I could stay in bed forever,

spooning like the moon in the night’s sky

and whenever I see her face again,

again and again;

she appears new to me,

and more beautiful than ever

that I could possibly believe a woman could be.

As I gaze into her eyes;

the blue,

the green;

combine to create a portal

which pours deep down into her soul

and

within a matter of time,

two hearts confessed;  

it was not a matter of love

which had caused such woe,

but the lack thereof throughout the years before . . .